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September 30, 2015

I mean to let myself be embraced...

Good morning! Today I'm sharing a poem by Philip Booth which sums up so beautifully how I felt on vacation. The pictures are from some of our walks in Missouri--I'm already missing the lovely time we spent in nature.

Talk About Walking

Where am I going? I’m going

out, out for a walk.

I don’t

know where except outside.

Outside argument, out beyond

wallpapered walls, outside

wherever it is where nobody

ever imagines.

Beyond where

computers circumvent emotion,

where somebody shorted specs

for rivets for air frames on

today’s flights. I’m taking off

on my own two feet.

I’m going

to clear my head, to watch

mares’-tails instead of TV,

to listen to trees and silence,

to see if I can still breathe.

I’m going to be alone with

myself, to feel how it feels

to embrace what my feet

tell my head, what wind says

in my good ear.

I mean to let

myself be embraced, to let go

feeling so centripetally old.

Do I know where I’m going?

I don’t. How long or far

I have no idea. No map.

I said I was going to take

a walk. When I’ll be back

I’m not going to say.

Maybe today's poem will inspire all of us to take a walk today! No matter what the day brings, please know how much I appreciate each one of you!